Daddy’s little girl used to be afraid of the dark

It was dark, she could hear the windows moving back and forth probably because of the wind blowing outside. She could feel the cold air around her body.
Her mind was racing fast, trying to make sense of everything. But no matter how hard she tries, she couldn’t clear her perspective.

She struggled, struggled to get up but there was no strength in her body. Then a memory of chaos struck her mind. And then everything started making sense. She could now hear the sound of the breaking glass. And there was this man in front of her. He was shouting, she guessed he wasn’t happy about something. He was shaking her with his hands on her shoulders. I must have done something wrong, she thought to herself. He was saying words and not the pleasant ones. Then he steps back, she felt relaxed and then she saw him holding something in his hands, moving towards her, and then something hit her. She could feel the pain and the warmth of her blood. Her vision was becoming blurry and she was losing her sense, herself and her world were falling apart. The moment she hit the ground, she knew that she was being hit, hit by that man, man who’s was strong enough to make her fall but weak enough to walk away from her. She closed her eyes and then she heard the door closed.

That’s all she could remember, memories from the chaos. Memories of her man, leaving from that door, that day and many times before. Memories of her, lying on that floor. Memories of her childhood, when her father used to cover her eyes to protect her from the sun. She could feel the pain in her heart and now her eyes were hurting by the dark. Because being a daddy’s little girl she used to be afraid of the dark.